Valentines Day and Being Loki.

I was going to write about why I don’t really like Valentine’s Day (and the only Valentine’s Day that mattered to me) – but I did that two years ago. (Go read it, really!)

What I do like is that it’s an excuse for me to make dinner for TheBoy. In years past, I’ve done steaks, risotto… this year I’m making turkey tikka masala w/ naan. YUM.

However, the story I have to share today has nothing to do with V-Day. It has to do with The Avengers. Now, of TheBoy and I, I am the comic book geek. Though he happily watches movies that are based on comic books, in recent years his work schedule got in the way. (Just try to stay awake in a movie theater if you normally work nights) So in 2012, I went to see two of the biggest movies of the year along- The Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises.

We’d missed Captain America and Iron Man 2 in theaters, but it didn’t make much of a difference to me. I knew Cap’s basic story as well as who the Black Widow was. And I loved The Avengers. But TheBoy wanted to see Captain America before seeing Avengers, and it just didn’t work.

Then I discovered it was on Netflix, so we put it in our Instant Queue and watched it one Friday night. So I went right out and bought the BluRay that I’d been dying to get- The Avengers.

Since the Sunday we bought it, I’ve seen it a grand total of 6 times. Yep, 6. Three of those times have been with TheBoy, three of those times with the kidlets. And yes, I do still love it.

Yesterday, the kidlets were busy playing Avengers. The Little Kidlet was using his foam round pirate shield as Captain America’s shield, and the Oldest Kidlet was Iron Man. The two of them went from room to room, searching for Loki.

The rug in our living room (one of those street rugs to play with cars on) became the map of New York they were using to track Loki down.

After about fifteen minutes of them running around and having Loki sightings, the Oldest Kidlet stopped. “You thought I was Iron Man,” he crowed. “But I have really been Loki all along!” And just to make me even more proud of him (especially since he doesn’t watch The Avengers cartoons like LK does), he threw back his head and laughed maniacally.

The Little Kidlet turned, throwing down his shield. “You can’t do that,” he screamed. “That’s against the rules.”

“It is a very Loki thing to do, sweetie,” I reminded him, trying not to laugh.

“But it isn’t fair. I don’t want him to be the bad guy.”

The Oldest Kidlet shrugged. “It’s okay, LK, I was just joking. I’ll be Iron Man.” And off they went again.

That night, as TheBoy and I were putting the kidlets to bed, TheBoy asked them if he was Loki.

“No,” the Oldest Kidlet said. “You’re the Hulk!”

TheBoy looked at me. He does have a bit of a temper, something that he’s really learned to control in the last few years. “And you thought they wouldn’t remember.”

“Why is Daddy the Hulk?”

“Because he’s big and strong and can smash stuff.” Yep, there’s the kid logic right there. It had nothing to do with his temper. Just that they know he’s strong.

We walked out of their room, and I turned, poking my head back in. “So who am I?”

“The Black Widow, since she’s the girl,” the Oldest Kidlet said.

“That’s what you think,” I said with a laugh. “I’m actually Loki!”

And as I shut the door, the two kids shrieked with laughter. “No!”

Admittedly, I do like Loki a lot. So far as bad guys go, there’s something fun with the sly villain who manipulates everyone to show off how clever he is… but in reality is just setting up his own downfall. Also, the horns are pretty cool.

Should I throw Lady Loki on my list of costumes? Sure, I’m tiny, but attitude is something I have in spades…

Have any great kid stories to share? Or, do you have a good Valentine’s Day tale?

Well, Loki did spend time as a gal recently in the comics, so you’d even have continuity on your side. And who wouldn’t want to wear those big golden horns anyway?

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I admit. A big part of it is how awesome those horns are. I think I’m going to start working on making them this week.

I’m thinking of finding a happy medium between movie Loki and Lady Loki from the comics.

Whitney Drake

A thirty something year old writer, artist, mother, and geek, Whitney writes about what catches her attention- whether it's kids, fandom, politics, life as a Hispanic woman, or life with Crohn's disease.